Surgery Poem by James Casey

Surgery

Blood, blood everywhere
Some will die and they don't care

0530 to 1730 next day
It's my duty to obey

We do what we can in this foreign land
It won't be enough don't they understand

There's surgery day and night
Oh why, Mr Johnson, are we in this fight?

Always tired, no need to rest
We all, always give our best

Is the best good enough, sometimes not
We are in a land that America forgot

Not enough time in any one day
To take care of some who come here to stay

Blood, blood everywhere
Many will die and they don't care

Jim 1968